Ger. Thou greatest Blessing of my Soul, it is.
Eug. No, no, my Lord, you will abhor my Name,
When I shall tell the story made me thus.
Ger. Heav’n knows I sooner should abhor my Life:
But tell me the Author of this horrid mischief,
That I may flye as quick to my Revenge,
As these sad thoughts do seize upon thy Soul.
Eug. When you shall hear my story, your Revenge
Will, as I fear, vent against me in Curses.
Ger. Were thy Crimes great as theirs that left thee thus
By all thy Virgin hopes I would not Curse thee.
Eug. My Lord, that’s it you are deceiv’d in.
Ger. Nay, now thou rav’st—help me to bend her body
Her loss of Blood will keep her story from me;
And I shall Live i’th’ dark, and ne’re Revenge her.
Eug. Alas, my Lord, my Couzen, base Francisco,
Being let in by my accursed Nurse,
Came to my bed, and there by force and strength obtain’d
His hated ends.
Ger. Oh, damn’d Villain, he shall not long survive
To boast of it.
Eug. Had I staid there, and not consented further,
I should have needed pity, and not pardon.